As Cold As Cold Can Be

Yer faithers deid ma mither cried
something inside petrified
but the laughter escaping from the other room
told me it wis true; ma faither had met wae doom.

Ma faither wis a bastart ye see
always kicking the shit oot o' me
and aw ma brithers an sisters too
be gone to hell faither
this earth is thro wae you.

Aye he wis deid awright
lying flat oot across the bed
wae a great big scar across his head
his body wis as cold as cold can be
I can see death never changed ye faither
ye were always fuckin freezin tae me

In church we sang a mournful tune
while secret hearts danced gaily aroon
We waved goodbye; hankies raised high in the air
as the minister muttered a farewell prayer

We buried the bastart six feet deep
beneath the dirt his sin would seep
No longer able to control our lives
Instead of floowers we threw doon our knives

Our blades of Glory shone like stars
as we climbed back into the funeral cars
we sat in silence as we drove away
it really wis such a wonderful day.

I often think o' him burning in Hell
His molten flesh and its rotten smell
screaming in agony in the everlasting inferno
As i sip away at ma rum n' pernod


      Nal Brady

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